I'm a cliche, I'm a boring cliche
I'm a cliche, I'm a stupid cliche
I'm a cliche, I'm a boring cliche
I'm not special
- crywank
In a busy room you're all I see
I fear this admiration will be the end of me
blurring the lines between what I want and...
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"You're off your game, Steven." I tell him, as me, Fallon and Steven get off the horses we were racing on.
"Murder charge will do that to you." Steven comments.
"Well, this is supposed to cheer you up." Fallon tells him. "The only thing my brother should ever be accused of is his poor taste in men."
"That's right, you do have a questionable taste in men." I tell him, as we start walking out, me in the middle.
"Maybe you should screw one of Dad's lawyers."
"Pretty sure they're screwing us with their astronomical fees." Steven replies.
"Well, if they can get you off..." Fallon says. "Innuendo unintended."
"Without an airtight alibi to prove that I didn't kill Matthew, the FBI are saying we need to provide them with a credible alternative suspect." Steven answers. "I'm not just gonna let them throw someone else under the bus."
"Well, why not?" I ask him. "Daddy would."
"As juvenile as it sounds, I wish Mom were here." Steven tells us.
"Why?" Fallon asks, surprised. "The only thing she's good for is the occasional birthday card that her secretary writes."
"She spelled your name wrong last time." I remind him. "Lots of people think it's 'ph'." Steven defends.
"Yeah, but that 'ph' shouldn't be on the birthday card, that's coming from the very person who gave birth to you." I tell him. "But still, at least you get a birthday card, I think the women forgot I existed."
"I just wish I could ask her advice." Steven says.
"Hey, the best thing Mom ever taught us is what we learned when she left." Fallon tell us. "You can only rely on yourself."
"And me" I chime in with a teasing smirk, earning a eye roll from both my siblings.
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"what do you have planned today?" Victoria questions me through the phone
"meeting my real estate agent" I reply, touching up on my makeup in my vanity
"Real estate agent?" Victoria questions, sounding confused
"oh yeah, forgot I didn't tell you about that" "I'm paying this guy, Mathew to help me find the perfect building or piece of land for my hotel. He finds the best prices and areas, at least that's what Wes said"
Victoria hums in response "Wes?" She asks with a smirk clearly evident in her voice, a small laugh escapes my lips as I shake my head
